"She's more hated than a dark wizard!"

At the dinner table, Ron yelled.

Harry, on the side, said bluntly: "It would be nice if she were a dark wizard." ”

Oh, yes!

If only she were a dark wizard.

That's what most of the little wizards thought, if the toad was a dark wizard, they would have gotten out and kicked her ass hard.

How can you complain bitterly here.

"Oh my God, when the hell is Owen coming back!" Harry sighed, "I didn't think that way before, but now, we're going to be uncomfortable when he's not there." ”

"yes-how did we suffer this when Owen was here, how did we suffer from this last year, the other three magic schools were not suppressed by us." Seamus also came out, yesterday's glory was in front of him, and today's end was particularly dazzling.

"Merlin is on top, and if he doesn't come back, Hufflepuff will rebel." Ron's eyes were blazing, and he and Harry sat down on Hermione's countermeasures, and when he looked up over Hermione, he could see the Hufflepuff table.

Over there—Justin, Hannah, Susan, Gawain, Cedric, Ernie, they were muttering something quietly.

From the unkind expressions of several people, it can be inferred that some violent plan must be being discussed.

"Looks like Hannah can't hold them down anymore." Harry looked at the other long table.

Then, his eyes couldn't help but fall on Hermione.

If Hermione hadn't suppressed them, they would have shown that toad what cruelty was!

Hermione couldn't help but turn her head to Harry and Ron's eyes, and then she saw the scene too.

"Whew-"

She certainly didn't like Umbridge either.

No one will like her.

But she had to hold the young wizards down, she couldn't let the wizards outside think that Hogwarts was a branch of Azkaban.

Assault on the professor

What a wicked act, and if the young wizard dared to do it, Professor McGonagall would have to be mad.

"Owen will be back in a while, before Christmas, for sure." Miss Granger took a deep breath, suppressed the restlessness in her heart, and said with a pretense of steadyness.

"Before Christmas! That's more than twenty days away! Ron was surprised. I couldn't take it anymore for a second. ”

Seeing that everyone's emotions were about to get out of control, Hermione looked around, and then quickly changed the subject, "Well, what about Ginny, and Colin?" ”

"I don't know." Ron said with some indignation.

"I know." Neville began, "I met Professor Sprout at noon, and she said that when Umbridge was on a class tour — she was always on the run, you know.

She went to Hagrid's animal protection class, and found that the young wizards were not in class, but were celebrating something, and did not look like students at all, so she punished them for cleaning up the swallowtail dog feces and forbidding them to use magic. ”

"Now those little wizards are still cleaning up the manure in the woods."

"Damn! She's the devil, Hagrid is the professor, he doesn't say anything, what's the matter with her! Ron yelled.

Umbridge said the shit polluted the air in the school, and she could smell the stench at the castle. Neville added.

"Shit!" Ron said, "The whole of Hogwarts is the smelliest in all of her, in every sense of the word." ”

As he spoke, he glanced in the direction of the guest of honor.

Then he found that the woman was staring at him with bad intentions.

"Well, the toad is going to deduct our points again."

Ron spoke.

Sure enough, almost immediately, there was a disgusting voice from the air above the auditorium, which was so sweet that it was greasy, pinching its throat.

"Don't talk when eating, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff deduct ten points each!"

A bang fell—and immediately someone in the auditorium raised their heads angrily and stared at the guest of honor.

But no one had a seizure.

In any case, they are just students and can't do anything to professors unless they really want to be expelled.

Hermione's face grew even more distressed.

She felt it was all her responsibility.

If she had confronted Umbridge at the beginning, instead of blindly giving in, how could she have been arrogant step by step to this point.

At the beginning of the school year – At the ceremony, Headmaster Dumbledore announced that the school would reinstate the system of co-ed student council presidents.

Hermione serves as the president of the Girls' Student Council.

Ron serves as a Gryffindor prefect.

It was only now that she understood what Professor Dumbledore meant, and at that time, he was secretly instructing her that she should fight against Umbridge.

As a result, I misunderstood the principal's deep meaning.

He was deposed after less than a month as chairman.

No — not deposed.

It was Umbridge who abolished the student council and prefect system and created a new organization called the Search Squad, although it was said that all the young wizards in the school could apply to join, but in fact, only Slytherin's application was finally approved.

Each of the other three houses passes one.

"Whew-" Hermione rubbed her forehead.

If Owen had been here, I'm afraid he would have raised his wand and given her a death curse to quiet the world.

Wait—how did I come up with the Death Curse?

Hurriedly, Hermione reined in her thoughts.

She's getting brutal.

On the other side—just as the little wizards chose to swallow their anger and sit back down amid each other's slightly mocking smiles.

The closed doors of the auditorium were suddenly opened.

Closing the auditorium door – also Umbridge's new rule.

You have to come to the auditorium by 12:20 to eat, and then close the door. If you can't make it, you'll have to go hungry, and the door won't open until after one o'clock.

In between, they also read the school rules aloud.

The beautiful name is called - digestion.

"Huh? Which bastard deducted all of our Hufflepuff House scores? ”

Outside the gate, a voice suddenly familiar to everyone.

"Snape, take revenge in my absence."

As he spoke, the door of the auditorium was pushed open.

- Quiet

- Quiet.

- Deathly quiet, as if petrified, the little wizards were all stunned when they looked at the familiar and strange person.

Irving's gaze rested on Justin.

"Hmmm! It's good that Justin didn't waste food by eating, so - Hufflepuff plus sixty points. ”

He said flatly.

Then exit a small step.

Glancing at the academy hourglass.

Yes?

Why didn't it grow?

Is this thing broken?

Owen frowned, "Since it's broken, let's start over." ”

He pulled out his wand, and the majestic magic frantically poured into the academy hourglass.

Combined with the jewels in the hourglass, it is like boiling water, clattering and jumping.

After a few seconds, all scores are zeroed.

"Uh-huh—much more pleasing to the eye."

At this point—the auditorium was still quiet, like a library.

Owen walked in with a big grin.

Everyone's eyes were on him.

"What's wrong? What do you see me doing? Don't know each other? ”

He changed his voice and continued, "Why are you not happy when your buddy comes back!" Where are the cheers? Where is the applause? ”

He raised his voice and looked around.

In the next second, the little wizards in the auditorium finally came back to their senses.

"It's Owen."

"Oh my God! It's Owen back! ”

"O Merlin! Our days of grievance are finally coming to an end! ”

In the next second, the auditorium seemed to have exploded.

The little wizards boiled directly.

They stomped their feet, slapped the table, or stood up, stood on the benches, or even stood directly on the table, yelling loudly, unbridled to vent the pent-up emotions they had been repressing for months.

On the Hufflepuff bench, Justin's eyes lit up, and he quickly pulled his leg from under the long table, and then sprang all the way to Owen. Gave him a big hug.

"You're finally back, I miss dying."

He screamed as he slapped Owen on the back.

There was a hint of pathos and resentment in her voice, like a little wife who saw her husband come home.

"Dead open!" Owen's face sank.

Raised his foot and kneeled and then kicked with a blow, directly forcing the dead back two and a half meters.

"Ahh The stupid boy followed the evil spirit, and after being kicked away by him, instead of getting angry, he patted his buttocks, and the smile on his face became even bigger.

"Shit-what a pervert this is!" Owen took a sip.

Hannah was the second to come in front of him.

also gave him a shallow hug, then shook his hand, and said happily, "Welcome home, welcome." ”

"Uh-huh." Owen nodded.

"Wuhu!" On the other side, there was a jubilant sound on the Gryffindor bench.

Harry and Ron Neville ran briskly towards Owen.

It's a pity that there are more little wizards in front of a few people.

Nearly the entire Hufflepuff wizards got up, swarmed around, and flocked to Owen's side.

In the blink of an eye, he was surrounded by little wizards again, and the number of young wizards gathered around him was still increasing.

A sea of people.

Harry, they couldn't squeeze in.

And Hermione, she didn't squeeze in with the crowd, she just stood there and looked at him in a daze.

As for the Ravenclaw side, Cho Chang, Padma Patil, Michael Korner, they were also cheering.

These are the little wizards who are good friends with Owen.

The others, although they didn't have much contact with him, also had excitement written on their faces.

If Penelope Crewatt, the former prefect of Ravenclaw, was still around, she might have jumped for joy.

But she graduated last year.

Finally, there were the Slytherins - in fact, some of them wanted to cheer, but were stopped by the people around them.

As for Draco, he looked at Owen with a complicated look in his eyes, neither cheering nor mocking the others.

He just sat quietly, eating his lunch and didn't intend to get involved.

Just then - a loud hammer drop sounded.

"Bang bang bang-"

The sound came from the direction of the guest of honor.

Some of the young wizards subconsciously looked back, and they saw Umbridge holding a wooden mallet and pounding the table.

But they didn't pay any attention to her, and everyone was basking in the joy of Owen's return.

They all want to get closer to him.

"Order! I want to see order! At the guest of honor, there was a broad, loose-skinned face, and a small black velvet bow on his short curly hair.

Umbridge, dressed in a plush pink cardigan, roared in a shrill voice.

"Hey-Owen, can you sign me? My parents are very fond of you, they participated in naval battles, and although they were not injured, they saw many wizards injured and turned into monsters, and they have always wanted to thank you since hearing that you saved them. ”

A little Hufflepuff wizard squeezed forward, a third-year witch, and she didn't know where to pull out a piece of parchment.

"Can Owen sign me too?"

"And me."

In front of the main door of the auditorium, there was a lot of noise.

A pair of eyes stared at him, which made Owen a little unnatural.

He knew that he must be famous this time, but the enthusiasm of the little wizards still caught him by surprise.

He was surrounded by people, and Owen felt good at first, and being popular was also part of his strength, which meant that he was a lot stronger.

But as he squeezed, his face gradually darkened.

It's just crowded, forget it, how can someone do something to him.

I wanted to wrap my arms around his waist and rub his chest.

Until someone who dared to reach out and pinch his face - it was really unbearable.

"Retreat!" A powerful magic force raged wildly, it was just a simple levitation charm, but it was powerful enough to levitate all the dozen or so young wizards who were close to him.

"Retreat, retreat!"

Retreating three times in a row, the spell pushed all the little wizards back.

"What to do, what to do! Cuddle hug, hug, why Hogwarts suddenly has so many perverts. Owen wrapped himself in his clothes, and then glared at the little wizards in front of him.

"And the one who just tried to pinch my face—who, who the fuck."

In the midst of the confusion, Owen also saw someone holding a few of his hairs in their hands.

He didn't want to know what the guys who dared to pull his hair were up to.

He only knew that this group of guys had itchy skin, and they hadn't seen them for half a year, and they owed a beating.

At the scene, everyone looked at each other, but no one wanted to admit it.

Admit it at this time, isn't that a stupid hat?

"Good—good!

It seems that you guys are really itchy and itchy, okay - then buddy will bother to give you a tight spot for free today! ”

With that, he snapped his fingers.

There was a snap - the candle floating on the ceiling suddenly began to change rapidly.

The candle was transformed into a long strip of silk.

Then it fell like a curtain, directly wrapping a few guys that Owen felt suspicious into zongzi and hanging them, and then flew out of the auditorium and out of the hall one by one like cannonballs.

White silk passes through the doorway, and the Hogwarts flag on the gate.

Hang those guys underneath.

"Who wants to go outside and cool off?" Owen glanced at the audience.

Now—no one dares to speak.

By - happiness came so suddenly, they got carried away.

Forget that this guy in front of you can be called the walking dark wizard in the school.

Everyone shrunk their necks, and then they all pretended to look around at the scenery.

"As for the autograph you just asked for, take a picture or something." Owen's voice changed, and the punishment was punished, and the money should still be earned, "One sike for autographing, two sike for photography, and three sike for a whole set, if you want to go to Miss Granger to pay the money."

Now—get me back to my seat!

If anyone dares to come even closer to me, I'll hang him under the bridge!" ”

Underneath the covered bridge

It was an abyss of tens of feet

Now everyone shrunk their necks, and no one dared to be presumptuous anymore.

However, the young wizards did not deform fear or anger towards Owen.

Instead, most, especially the Hufflepuff wizards, nodded in satisfaction.

Uh-huh – Owen is still that Owen.

That's how fun it is!

One by one, the little wizards who had become happy people returned to their seats.

Owen, on the other hand, was finally able to sit back on the bench and enjoy his meal.

After talking to the old headmaster for so long, he was already hungry.

"Owen Sanchez."

A small change, Umbridge saw the whole process.

And just when Owen thought he could have a good meal,

A high-pitched loud sound sounded over the Great Hall.

"Oh - my dear child, legendary healer of the wizarding world, welcome, welcome back to this warm home."

At the guest of honor, Umbridge stood up, opened his mouth, and pretended to be sensual and affectionate with a smiling expression, as if he had just swallowed a particularly delicious and juicy fly.

She greeted Owen with this gesture.

Again, many young wizards made gagging movements.

Owen glanced at Umbridge, then frowned.

Oh yes - that's unappetizing.

Eldest sister, what about others eating-can it not be disgusting at this time?

Owen had actually known for a long time that this year's Defence Against the Dark Arts professor was still the same toad, as Hermione had mentioned it when she came to visit him.

But to know is to know, not to understand or not to understand.

Why does the world go around in circles, or do you still have to follow the old path?

If the Ministry of Magic really wanted to control Hogwarts, why did it send such an idiot?

Barty Crouch also degenerated into Fudge?

"They should have sent a tiger to the town, and if they couldn't send a tiger, they would send a dog, and at last they sent a pig—oh no, a toad. The Ministry of Magic is really declining year by year. Owen took a bite of the steak and said.

His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone in the auditorium.

The little wizards' eyes were reflective, their expressions were excited, and they all straightened their eyes to witness this duel.

It's Owen - the same thought that comes to everyone's hearts is to be irritable.

"Heh—" The flesh on Umbridge's face twitched, but she endured it, and continued, pretending to be delicate, "The Ministry of Magic has always believed that educating young wizards is a very important matter, and that some of your innate and valuable talents, if not cultivated and tempered under the right and careful guidance, can lead you astray.

For example, our War Hero, Miss Hermione Granger, whose success is the culmination of decades of the Ministry's support for Hogwarts, but as time goes on, it's clear that this cute little witch has strayed a little off course. ”

Umbridge slowly got up, her voice high and high, like that of a little girl, but you only have to look at her face to make you disgusted by the sound you will never want to hear in your life.

The young wizards around them, exchanging glances with each other, then scoffed at Umbridge's words.

In addition to her own efforts, Hermione's achievements are also the credit of the school professor, who has a fart relationship with the Ministry of Magic, and really puts gold on her face.

Umbridge cleared his throat before continuing, "The headmasters of Hogwarts have innovated in their responsibilities to run this historic school, and this is perfectly right, because if there is no progress, it will stagnate and decay.

At the same time, however, progress for the sake of progress should never be encouraged, and our traditions are tempered and often do not need to be poorly revised. To strike a balance between the old and the new, between permanence and change, between tradition and innovation......"

Umbridge was spitting on it, and Owen, who was stuffing something into his mouth without any image, instructed the little wizards around him, "Listen to what you want, eat the vegetables!" ”

Hearing this, everyone reacted, yes, we are Hufflepuffs, and it's not good to be stunned at mealtime.

Then Justin arrived, and Hannah began to fight over the food on her plate.

Umbridge naturally noticed the changes in the little wizards below, but her expression did not change much from beginning to end, maybe even if a riot broke out below, it is estimated that she would be able to read out the clichés that she had memorized for a long time.

"In view of the current chaos at Hogwarts, and Professor Dumbledore's busy affairs at all levels of the Federation, the Ministry of Magic has set up a special Education Committee for this purpose, with me as the chair of the committee, to be fully responsible for reforming and improving the affairs of Hogwarts.

I repeat, on behalf of the Board of Education, on behalf of the Ministry of Magic, on behalf of Minister Barty Crouch, against me I am against the British Ministry of Magic. ”

She pulled a lot of tiger flags for herself, and finally said, "Ahem - it's time to read the school rules, I want to say - all stand up." ”

In the next second, a small group of young wizards subconsciously stood up, most of them were freshmen this year. As for the rest, many people looked at Owen, as if they were rooting under their butts, and they didn't move at all.

“？？？”

Owen glanced around the little wizard, "Look at what I'm doing, why don't you get out of here after eating, what are you doing in the auditorium?" Idle panic? ”

"I know that the professors have too little homework left, so you have free time, I." As he spoke, Owen suddenly realized that something was wrong, homework? Homework!

Depend on! He didn't write a word of his summer homework.

Forget it, let's not mention this, if the professors want to ask him for it, it will be troublesome.

"Mr. Sanchez, this is the new school rule, and the little wizard must memorize the school rule." That's when Umbridge's voice came.

"What is this sand sculpture school motto? Abolished! Owen said.

"Heh—that's the new rule of the Board of Education." Umbridge raised her voice.

"Then abolish that committee as well." Owen said again, and took a bite off a piece of steak meat.

(End of chapter)